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Personal Narrative Analysis

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Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set …show more content…

Not with a 50%, not even a 40%, but one of my highest grades in that class, was a 40%. Every F, every percent, every single day, discouraged me to not only stop trying, but to drop out of High School because I felt as if I wasn’t good at anything else in this world. One day, a janitor named Mr. Rivera saw me in the hallway crying and stated in false assumption “Receiving a B is not the end of the world.” I handed him one of my papers and said in a sarcastic manner “Go ahead and read my B paper.” He took it from my hand and began to read it. He stated “Wow, you’re actually a dope writer, and look, no red marks on your paper, why are you crying over this?” I replied while taking out the rest of the essays from my school bag “Señor, look at the grade on the back of this paper and all of these papers.” I handed him all the papers and he started to read the grades aloud “10, 15, 10, 12 oh look a 20” he said in a comedic manner. He then told me “Wipe your eyes and breathe. Go talk to your teacher about your grades, I’ll stand outside and be your moral support.” I took his advice and I spoke to my teacher and she stated “Amelia, you’re a beautiful writer, but I just don’t like you and you don’t deserve to pass my

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